Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street

- John Mccrae

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.

- John Mccrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarc…

- John Mccrae

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

- John Mccrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow.

- John Mccrae

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.

- John Mccrae